Page 83 of The Secret
I sucked in a breath and bit back a whimper.
“God.” Jules snorted. “So true.”
I had to shake my head to remember what the fuckhewas talking about.
Julian sighed like he was about to launch into a story and honest to God, I wanted to be a good brother, but notnow.
“Jules, I’ve gotta go.”
“Yeah, okay. Just to say, you were right about standing up to Mama,” Julian’s voice was firm. “She doesn’t get a vote about who I date. She called me earlier, as expected, and I stood up to her. More or less. Told her Daniel and I were together. So thanks for that.”
Behind me, Micah froze, his hand still wrapped tightly around me, his finger still inside me. I wasn’t sure if that was better or worse.Fuck.
“Really,” I said before he hung up. “You don’t need to thank me.”
The second the call disconnected, I pushed off the wall and turned to face Micah.
“What the hell was that?”
Micah pursed his lips. “Fun?”
“That wastorture!”
Micah reached behind me and grabbed two handfuls of my ass. “Please. Real torture would be if I didn’t finish what I started,” he said smugly. “Which can be arranged.”
“What did Julian want?” he asked, like a man just making polite conversation.
“He wanted to talk about his newsecretboyfriend—”
Micah looked surprised, and I nodded. “It’s an epidemic around here. But I don’t want to talk about Daniel and Julian right now.”
“No?”
I kicked my shoes and socks off, wriggling my toes against the cold linoleum, and let my jeans fall the rest of the way to the floor before kicking them off too.
“No. I think I’ve earned my job, Mr. Bloom,” I informed him.
“Do you?”
“In fact,” I said, getting close enough to bite his lip. “I think I’ve earned a raise.”
He laughed, then grabbed my hair, threading his fingers into it so he could bring me in for a kiss that melted my brain… along with any will to resist him.
“Okay, fine, I’ll do anything,” I admitted. “I’ll do anything you want me to do, Micah.”
Micah pulled back and ran his thumb over my bottom lip with unexpected seriousness. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do, Constantine. You know that, right?”
I blinked, then frowned. “Did I somehow indicate that I wasn’t cool with everything up to now?” I grabbed his free hand and ran it over my erection. “Like you said before, this is a hell of a giveaway.”
Micah licked his lips. “That’s not what I—” He broke off and shook his head. “You know what? Never mind. You have a raise to negotiate, and I’m more than willing to listen.”
But a few minutes later, when we were up in his bed and he was sinking inside me, negotiating was the last thing on my mind.
“Jesus,” I groaned as he reached for my cock and started stroking me in time with his thrusts. “Faster. I’m so fucking close.”
“I was thinking,” Micah began, but I cut him off by surging up and grabbing his face in both of my hands.
The movement made me clench Micah more tightly inside me and I had to bite my lip before I could manage to whine, “Whatever you were thinking, save it for next time. I’ve had enough experimentation for one day, boss.”
